Johnson Hedgepath
Stories (2/0)
Watch
Watch as we selfishly indulge. Endure the mass of greedy hands as they take chunks of your flesh only to waste what they have in favor of poisoning your breath and blood. Bare witness as the child gives no thanks for what they have been given, but instead cry for what they do not have. Punish them as you must though they still insist on their defiance. Short of thought and absent minded they pluck and consume and cut and destroy and poison and kill with only a concern for a place beyond their bountiful life. Let them treat their brothers and sisters cruelly so they may feel uplifted if only for a second. Mere obstacles in a game crafted in their damned imaginations, may they see there is no victor to be crowned! Natural apathy has created a predator unable to see past its own self and yet still some ignore its presence. This newer age has only competition to show as the battle to preserve wants over needs wages but no victor should be crowned. Watch the aware species drift into dark fantasy and it will watch you weep with a smirk.
By Johnson Hedgepath6 years ago in Poets
Nerve Coil
I sat up with my back against the headboard of my bed, looking up and away into the corner of my ceiling, staring hard at nothing, causing everything outside of my immediate field of vision to turn black. I was comfortable, warm enough that I didn't need a cover over my tired feet still red and indented from my shoes I'd tied too tight. Neither did I need a pillow behind me, the wood of the backboard kept me cool and propped up without needing any cushion. Sweat seeped through my shirt which left me a bit miffed because I knew when I eventually stood up it would peel off my back and give me a chill. A petty complaint I realize, but I value my comfort. Anyway, I knew I should get up and take a shower soon, but I was still enthralled by the thoughts that ran through my head just staring into a corner. *laughs* I know it's strange but I really enjoy allowing my thoughts to wander in and out of reality. While I acknowledged the usual things like needing to wash up, I would also venture outward into random daydreams that I could never explain. Except, today saw me repeating the same image in a kaleidoscopic manner that gradually grew darker and more violent, flooding my mind with a mixture of raw panic and anger, though not an ounce of regret.
By Johnson Hedgepath6 years ago in Horror